When they arrived at Guanyi, King Jing and Feng Ci led the envoys to come out to greet him. When they saw Sicang personally sending Yun Zishu over in a carriage, the strange uneasiness in King Jing's heart became even stronger.
He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that it is best for the husband and wife not to see each other before getting married?"
Yun Zishu smiled lightly: "I live in the Prince's Mansion every day, how could we not meet each other?"
King Jing choked: "What I mean is that the prince can send someone to send you here. Tomorrow is the wedding ceremony, and the prince should be busy with a lot of things."
"Although he is the one getting married, he is not the one who is busy." Yun Zishu said calmly, "There are so many people in the palace and the Prince's Mansion, and someone will prepare everything."
King Jing was silent, and then smiled calmly: "That's what Jiu Mei said."
The group of people arrived at the main hall and sat down, chatting for a while about the marriage. In fact, it was just chatting, because Sicang was the one who made the important decisions. Even the emperor and queen had to respect his choice, not to mention the unimportant King Jing.
people?
King Jing thought carefully and said: "Jiu Mei will become a member of the Dongyou royal family after getting married. There will be no chance to return to Dayong in the future. I would like to wish Jiumei and His Highness the Crown Prince a long life together. I also hope that Dayong and Dongyou will always have good relations for hundreds of years."
There can be no war within the country."
Feng Ci sat quietly drinking tea and did not interrupt.
"It's certain that we will grow old together. Thank you for your blessing, Brother Imperial." Yun Zishu's tone was gentler, "But I can't guarantee whether Dayong and Dongyou can be friends forever, and whether they can last for a hundred years without war."
"Nine sisters?" King Jing was surprised.
Yun Zishu's expression was calm: "I, a little girl, cannot make the decision on major issues between the two countries. Brother Huang, there is no need to be surprised."
King Jing's expression darkened, and he turned to look at Si Cang. His eyes couldn't help showing a bit of surprise, and he secretly wondered if Si Cang said something in front of Yun Zishu?
Is it possible that he has wild ambitions?
"Jiu Mei, the purpose of the marriage is to establish a good relationship between the two countries——"
"I know." Yun Zishu nodded slowly, "The marriage is indeed for the sake of good relations between the two countries. Brother Huang, you don't have to worry about this issue."
King Jing felt uncomfortable being blocked.
Sicang turned his head and said calmly: "Go and tidy up the princess's residence, and arrange everything that needs to be arranged."
"Yes." Leng Yue turned around and walked out.
"There is a question that I have always wanted to ask but never had the chance to ask." King Jing composed himself and looked at Sicang seriously, "The prince has been staying in Dayong Shadow Pavilion before. I want to know what is going on."
Sicang's tone was calm: "No comment."
King Jing's expression changed: "In that case, can I suspect that you deliberately lurk in Dayong and have ulterior motives?"
Sicang's expression was indifferent, obviously not intending to answer his question.
King Jing was displeased and could not accept that the commander of Dayong Shadow Pavilion suddenly became the prince of Dongyou, but he did not even bother to give him an explanation.
Si Cang sat for a while and then got up and sent Yun Zishu to the main courtyard. He carefully inspected her residence. He also asked Leng Yue and Leng Shuang to protect the princess, and asked the accompanying guards to guard the inside and outside of the courtyard.
He was like an iron bucket, so he rode away.
After Sicang left, King Jing couldn't wait to arrive at Yun Zishu's yard. He was confronted with a question: "Zisu, did you already know that Sicang is the crown prince of Dongyou?"
Yun Zishu walked out of the inner room and shook her head lightly: "To be precise, I only learned of his identity after the envoy from Dongyou proposed a marriage."
King Jing frowned, his expression displeased: "So if you had known earlier that you would not suffer any unfair treatment if you got married?"
"Of course." Yun Zishu said calmly, with a bit of mockery in her tone, "Will I jump into the fire pit myself?"
King Jing's expression darkened, and he suddenly felt like he had been fooled. Yun Zishu had known that she would get special treatment when she came to the East for a tryst, but she pretended not to want to marry far away in Dayong, forcing her father to agree to everything.
Unreasonable demands.
In order for her to marry willingly, Concubine Wu was demoted to Zhaorong. In order to stop her from making troubles, her father agreed to let her replace the crown prince to send her relatives, ruining his original plan to go to the border. But all of this turned out to be just Yun Zishu.
Unreasonable disguise!
King Jing took a deep breath: "In that case, why do you insist on not letting the prince escort you here?"
Yun Zishu smiled lightly: "Because I have a bad relationship with the prince."
"lie."
"Emotional discord is only one of the reasons, and it is an insignificant reason." Yun Zishu smiled faintly, with a hint of ridicule hidden in her slightly raised eyes, "What is the truth? I'm afraid I still need King Jing to use your brain.
Think about it yourself."
"Yun Zishu." King Jing said coldly, "I am your royal brother."
"There is no need to remind me of this fact that everyone knows." Yun Zishu walked to the window and sat down, "Brother, please go and have a rest. There will be a big wedding in the Imperial Palace tomorrow. You need to rest early tonight to recharge your batteries for tomorrow's wedding.
A beautiful bride.”
King Jing looked at her expressionlessly: "What on earth are you planning?"
Yun Zishu raised her eyebrows: "Brother Huang, do you think I will tell you the truth?"
King Jing said coldly: "You are now the Crown Princess of Dongyou, what else can't you tell me?"
Yun Zishu smiled slightly: "I'm really not good at it."
Even if she could ensure that King Jing would not be able to return to Dayong within a short period of time, she would never be stupid enough to tell him her ambitions now. The situation was unpredictable, and it was her and Sicang's own business to be sure, and they would not let it out easily.
The only way to protect yourself is to protect yourself.
"Zishu." King Jing adjusted his emotions and tried to reason with Yun Zishu, "Dongyou is a warlike country, and Sicang's own martial arts is extremely powerful. He must have mastered the skills in Dayong for so many years.
Dayong's royal family and officials have many secrets. If he wants to harm Dayong, Dayong will be in trouble."
Yun Zishu said: "No."
"How can you be sure?" King Jing said, "With such a temperament, will he treat you sincerely? He must have married you to take advantage of you, Zishu, you should remember where your roots are and that you are of the blood of the Dayong royal family.
——”
"Bloodline of the Dayong royal family?" Yun Zishu smiled coldly, "Don't you think King Jing's words are ridiculous?"
"It's ridiculous?" King Jing was startled, "How is it ridiculous?"
"My queen mother died at the hands of my father. Don't say you don't know about this." Yun Zishu's eyes were cold and full of sarcasm. "My eldest brother who died young also died at the hands of my father."
In hand."
King Jing's expression suddenly changed: "Impossible! What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Don't be so excited." Yun Zishu smiled lightly, "What kind of life have I lived since I was a child? King Jing can't see it, right? Before marrying Xiao Yunheng, did I ever spend a day that belonged to the legitimate princess?
Have a life? Enjoy the treatment that a legitimate princess deserves? But after divorced Xiao Yunheng, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty remembered that there was a legitimate princess in the royal family. They all criticized me with words and writings, wishing to drown me with spittle. Such a royal bloodline